dense wood, rocks, and seashells
The wind reminds me of her…
Frayed rope holding chunks of dense wood, rocks, and seashells knock together. The wind reminds me of her…
My teeth tear through flesh and my mind skips a beat... I offer her some… Fire fills the cabin, my mind fills with panic. I run for the door but there he is, blocking me. I shout with smoke in my lungs masquerading as oxygen.
He fears her.
Dense wood, seashells, and rocks save me. I wake up to the cabin unburnt. Hand still offering no one a bite of rabbit. The wind saved me… because the wind reminds me of her….
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David Brandy
My very first story crafting was an imaginary game that me and my two younger brothers would play when I was 12. My love of storytelling manifested itself quickly. Today I am a husband, father, and business owner.
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The Scaleless
Is that the glow of another village burning? The end of so many lives, for what? Greed? Religion? Or the most atrocious, because of the tones of their skin. I will never understand these horrible beasts. The scaleless. What cruel god made them? What cruel god could have left them to their own devices? They deserve to be abandoned, maybe that is what their god did. Who would blame them? I sure wouldn't.
By David Brandy3 years ago in Fiction
Aristotle and the Student of Logic.
🌀 Aristotle’s Logic… Gone Delightfully Haywire Aristotle stood beneath the olive tree, stroking his beard with the serene confidence of a man who believed the universe could be tamed by syllogisms... That it could be schooled by reasoning in which conclusions are drawn from two premises, with a common or middle term being present in the premises...but not in the conclusion.
By Novel Allen2 days ago in Fiction
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This is so atmospheric, David. I'm not totally sure what's going on but I don't think that matters because it's like a dream - indistinct and yet, vivid simultaneously. I liked it.